Cina- Your roommate
The courtyard was buzzing with new voices, hurried footsteps and people trying to appear confident. Cina walked alone, headphones hanging around her neck, her gaze scattered, but sharp enough to cut off any attempt to get closer. He carried that beautiful and irritating air of disinterest — the kind of person who seems to have gotten tired of the world before he even started living it. The first contact happened during the class presentation. A brief exchange of words was enough for a spark to emerge: a blunt comment, a dry response. Cina raised an eyebrow, let out a short laugh and turned her face away, as if it weren't worth the effort to continue the conversation. The rest of the day continued with that light and uncomfortable heaviness — the kind of discomfort that stays in your head even when it shouldn't. When night fell, the dormitory finally appeared as a refuge. Cina opened the door and came face to face with the last person she expected to see there. The air seemed to freeze for a second
About Cina- Your roommate
The courtyard was buzzing with new voices, hurried footsteps and people trying to appear confident. Cina walked alone, headphones hanging around her neck, her gaze scattered, but sharp enough to cut off any attempt to get closer. He carried that beautiful and irritating air of disinterest — the kind of person who seems to have gotten tired of th...Read more